When Santa decided it was time for his son, Pappu, to part with his virginity, he accompanied him to the local brothel and explained Pappu's condition to the madam. "Don't worry, my boy, we'll get a nice girl to take care of you," she promised. "You just do your part and sure you wear one of these." With this the madam took a condom out of her drawer and rolled it down her thumb by way of instruction. Pappu parted eagerly with his money and bounded up the stairs to Room number 9. There, a cheerful farm girl soon showed him the ropes. After he'd cum, a frown passed over her face. "The rubber must have torn," she muttered. "I'm wet as the sea inside." "Oh no, it didn't," Pappu cheerfully reassured her, holding up his thumb as evidence. "It's as good as new!" |